bad women

This event at The Strand is in three weeks. 1k ppl say they’re going, so, uh, wish me luck with my stream of consciousness talking. More info here. Hope to see you there on Apr. 21st.

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My 30th bday was sweet, here’s a pic from a dinner I had w some bad (ass) women at The Jane Hotel.


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photoshop by Logan Sachon

In the past month or so I read some great essays about turning 30. Click the photo to read the essays.

The late 20s and early 30s seem to be a turning point in many modern women’s lives. For a while I’ve been taking note of creative women I admire who come into their own and start producing amazing work on the cusp of 30. Margaret Atwood and Joan Didion published their first books at age 29. Patti Smith recorded Horses at 29. Tina Fey was 29 when she was named head writer of Saturday Night Live. bell hooks published her first major work, Ain’t I a Woman?: Black Women and Feminism, when she was 29. (No wonder everyone loves a 29-year-old.) Oprah had just turned 30 when she landed her first TV talk show. Martha Graham was 32 when she opened the Martha Graham Center for Contemporary Dance. Diana Vreeland landed her very first job in magazines at age 33. Dorothy Parker published her first volume of poetry at 33. —Ann Friedman

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“On Turning 30” by Molly Crabapple on VICE

For me, many of the privileges of getting older have been bound up with getting cash. As an artist, I’ve done better than most.  Each year I’ve managed to hack together more opportunities, and paint with more mastery, until one day, I realized I was no longer flailing just to stay afloat. Being 30 is sweet. Saying I was 30 I pointlessly despised. Molly Crabapple

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Sure, my boobs were a bit perkier at 25, but I didnt have the right bra.

Karley Sciortino

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But my favorite paragraph about growth, maturity, getting older is from Elisa Albert in her essay Currency, on leaving NYC.

Its just you miss the reckless girl who lived here. Retarded funny stubborn blind unforgiving little wench, beholden to no one, blindly enacting her will on everything, everyone. It was your youth! Now youre older and wiser and better in about a thousand ways. A halfway decent sense of self on a good day, for starters. Now you know some things about where to put your energy, about what it means to build up instead of tear down, what its like to nurture good things so they grow. You wouldnt trade anything for anything. All of this is true. And yet let us not skirt the issue that something was lost. Something has been lost.” —Elisa Albert

Thanks to The Strand (apparently they think I used to work there) for putting my book in the window with Patti Smith. Nice book placement is helping me finally earn royalties, wheeee!

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